Correct. Just post a profile below, or make one in the Character forum and post a link. Once there are a set few people to start off with, the role-play will begin.
1. Jameson Carmical, 20, oct. 10, 20XX 2. Chemist 3. Handgun (for protection), chemistry book full of useful combinations, chemistry infuser (to mix chemicals), pocket chemistry set, advanced medical kit. 4. Outside of his chemistry lab, he is carefree and laid back in everything he does. However, once he enters that forbidden area, he becomes deathly quiet and focused. Even when using his infuser or pocket chem set he becomes extremely withdrawn. Never one to shy away from new test subjects for using new chemistry mixtures. 5. Virtue/Vice- Strengths: Medicine, Luck, Intelligence Vices: Strength, Defense 6. Likes: His chemistry set, his coworkers. Known to like the occasional candy, if it can survive the heat 7. "Role": Alchemist, potionmaker. Pic for appearance:
1] Tin / 12 / June 4th [Year ????] 2] "Little old me hmm, Well Off Time I do like to write in my journal, but on time im a crinmal[ aka killer] hehe.." 3] "All I have is My Journal, My Two Puppets, A Pencil Bag, Sleeping Darts and a Machete hehe. I keep these all in a bag of course." 4] "Well My OffTime personality, I am Weird, Sweet, Outgoing and Curious about things but intill you see my other side [on time] Im smart, Insane, Crazy and overall evil in ways." 5] Virtues/Vices: Can Crawl Into Small Spaces[very small spaces] / Knows his way around Sticky or Very Dangerous situtations / And is also Great of making defensive plans. But what he falls behind in he doesn't know how to keep his ontime personality away / Some of his victims do manage to escape / and not great in making friends. 6]Likes: He does love to draw and write about every single thing he and others are doing / Killing for Fun / The Idea of this Second Eden 7]Dislikes: People not allowing him to kill Others / No one listening to him / and traveling in groups. 8]Secret: " To tell you but not others, I wasn't place to this group, I was force by the person who i was taught by, and my mission in this group is to sabotague their way of getting to this eden...great I have a lot of my hands." 9]Extra: He made this little robot with his master all it does is sense weather/ natural diaster conditions. What it looks like :
Was it that day already? Of course it was. Bronx had been counting down the hours to E-Day.
Lights flashed on in Bronx's bunker, illuminating it's metal interior while ultimately waking him from his slumber. The fluorescent bulbs burned his sensitive eyes, and he held a calloused hand over his face to shield his waking gaze until he grew familiar with the blinding luminescence."APPA."Bronx called out as he lay there, waiting for a response from his assistant. Bursting through the bunker door came a tiny robotic orb on wheels. It was as big as a coffee mug, pale white, and had two miniature turquoise eyes.
"Master! APPA- Automated Personal Assistant- At your service!"The bot's body did a somersault on it's wheels, and stared up at Bronx from below his bunk.
"APPA, what does the extra 'P' stand for?" Bronx asked out of pure curiosity. He had never thought to note the extra letter, but today was a day worthy of stalling- even if just for a few extra moments in bed.
"Good question, Master! APPA were created under the premises of a pandemic breaking out. We have resources to save our Masters from several diseases and to prevent an outbreak, if necessary. This is why APPA have been distributed to every human able to compensate for the delivery fee."
"I think it should stand for patronizing. Please don't call me 'Master'.Was all Bronx responded with as he pulled his military-issued pillow up over his head.
"Okay, Sire!"Bronx groaned into the fluff over his face, and then threw the pillow from his head at the small bot. It wheeled out of the way quickly. "Sire, I must check your vitals! Wait, Sire... I beg you to put that alarm clock back down. Please do not throw it at your APPA. WAIT-"
Bronx's morning consisted of several tests from APPA to ensure his health was at it's peak. Despite this, results were the same as usual. He was not in good health, but he felt no anguish over the fact. Stage 2 Neurologic Biodegradation had no cure, and would not have one for many, many years. His fate was sealed, but he felt no fear or pity for himself. In fact, it was just a fact of his life that he came to terms with the moment he had been diagnosed. After his morning workouts, precision testing, and a quick breakfast of instant eggs and artificial milk, Bronx headed out of his bunk. The bunk was a part of a unit of housings just like his own. All had metal interiors and three rooms; A Master Bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen. Twelve made up a unit in a Military-Issued bunk, and all housed militants who were previously criminals. Despite Bronx's high position with the military, he would not be treated as anything more than pond scum because of his traitorous antics in the past. He did not mind this. Simplicity was easy to lose and leave.
Exiting his building, Bronx stepped out into the artificial atmosphere of his Biodome. The dome stretched for miles upon miles, across artificial forests, caves, cities, and fields. Not much in The Dome was natural. Nearly everyone lived in poverty due to the lack of natural resources. Humanity would die out in the next century if a solution was not found.
Bronx found his motorcycle on the curb of his hastily-paved street. His helmet was already strapped to the back. After disabling the security system that kept it from being stolen- a simple chain that tied it to a lamp post-, Bronx placed his helmet over his head, straddled his bike, and sped off to City Headquarters to greet recruits for his new mission.
Bronx arrived within ten minutes of travel along his dome's harsh roads. City Headquarters was a marble building resembling a Military Base rather than a Town Hall. After chaining his bike to the nearest post, Bronx headed in through the steel doors. Reception showed him to Room 5B- The meeting room. An elderly lady who served as Secretary showed him to the door, and led him inside to a room free of any furniture. Inside stood many people- all citizens chosen to be a part of his Mission: Second Eden. Bronx marched through the crowds to the front of the room. He stood facing them with his arms behind his back, heels touching in a respectable formation. At his side sat APPA, who had come with him as usual. His voice was not booming like a sergeant's, but held an official tone unlike a normal citizen's.
"Welcome, Citizens. As you all know by now, you have been chosen to take part on a very special mission. Some of you may not wish to be here, but you must understand that your part in this mission may mean the salvation of humanity. I am Bronx Archer, and I will be your leader. Any disputes with that? If so, dishonorable discharge may be a better option for you." Bronx seemed bored with his own speech, and his dark eyes looked heavy as he stared out over the crowd. He certainly did not look to be a leader. His clothing consisted of a black tank top and brown cargo pants matched with combat boots that had two, small, but sharp spikes on the toes. Despite this, his knowledgable gaze, plentiful scars, and bulging muscles hinted that he had the experience.
"You have all been chosen for special reasons. Each of you are extremely adept in your field of work. Those who believe they have no 'special' occupation, you have been chosen for other reasons. Either way, every one of you is important to this mission. Some of you may die, but you will die knowing that you helped save humanity. Any questions?"Bronx gave next to no time for these questions, and continued.
"We will be traveling by several scavenged Jeeps from the old world. They are fueled by oil, which is unheard of in our hydro-fueld society, but will allow us to get to our destination easier now that the world has been invaded by oil pits. Some of you will be put in charge of a Jeep. Only those who have mechanical knowledge will be allowed to drive one of these. Is that clear? If the rule is broken, consequences will be harsh. Now... I will open the floor for questions once more. This will be the last time." Bronx sighed softly. He hated speaking to anyone, let alone a whole crowd. He surely hoped nobody had any questions for him.
